Where hopes here destroyed, meet fruition on high,
And spirits with spirits in love only vie;

Where the morn shall arise on the night of the grave,
And the arms that chastised be expanded to save?
"Tis the home of the just-"Tis the region of truth,
Where the children shall dwell ever blooming in youth;
Oh! dearer than aught to the sorrow-worn soul,
Are the dreams of that land, and the hopes of that goal.

THE RAINBOW.

Sweet Mercy's symbol! oft I love to gaze
On thee with mingled wonder and delight,
While pensive Fancy wings her rapid flight,
To other regions and far distant days;
When first the aged Patriarch's dazzled sight
Was fixed with rapture on thy arch sublime,
As from the realms of uncreated light

A voice proclaimed that to the end of Time
Thou, beauteous Bow, a monument shall prove
Of pardoning mercy and unchanging love.

Ages have rolled away-Time's mighty tide
Has swept off countless myriads to the tomb;
Oft has fair Nature perished, and her bloom
Resumed with new-born strength, and vernal pride-
All on this Globe has changed, or passed away-
Cities and Empires vanished from the Earth;
But there thou standest, bright as on the day

When first the Almighty's mandate gave thee birth,
And such, fair type of Mercy, shalt thou be,
When Time is swallowed in Eternity!

LIFE, DEATH, AND ETERNITY.

A shadow moving by one's side,

That would a substance seem,

That is, yet is not, though described--
Like skies beneath the stream:

A tree that's ever in the bloom,
Whose fruit is never ripe;
A wish for joys that never come,—
Such are the hopes of Life.

A dark, inevitable night,

A blank that will remain;
A waiting for the morning light,
When waiting is in vain?
A gulf where pathway never led
To show the depth beneath;

A thing we know not, yet we dread,
That dreaded thing is Death.

The vaulted void of purple sky
That every where extends,
That stretches from the dazzled eye,
In space that never ends:
A morning, whose uprisen sun
No setting e'er shall see:

A day that comes without a noon,→→
Such is Eternity.

SONNET.

My times are in thy hand! Delightful thought!
This will I wear as Memory's brightest gem:
Thou hast acquitted! Who shall dare condemn?
Thine, thine I am, by blood-paid purchase bought:
Then, if I live, thy hand will trace my way;

All things are mine, and working for my good.
Nor would I wish to alter if I could

One cloud, a sunbeam of my earthly day:
Victor of all! The keys of death are thine;

Sickness and pain, and dark-winged powers of harm
Have lost, with me, the license to alarm,

Thou hast subdued them, and the gain is mine,

Thus, as on some high mountain op I rise,

And sit above the clouds, and liv. in stainle skies

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LINES.

The dow is on the morning flower,
The thrush has charmed his leafy bower,
The lark has pealed his choral loud
Where hangs in silvery wreaths the ud,
The bees with saffron loads return,
To store with sweets their waxen us
Andorn her upward car has driv
Along the crimson fields of heaven.

To view thy works and not to know,
Father! whose goodness made them so;
To hear thy sylvan minstrelsy,
And not to breathe a thought to Thee;
To see Thy fingers deck the sky,
With every tint that charms the eye,
And not Thy greatness there to read,
Argues a soul that's blind indeed.

A VIEW OF THE CITY OF TROY, N. Y.

This city is beautifully situated on the east bank of the Hudson, and the head of steam boat, and sloop navigation; six miles from Albany and one hundred and fifty from the city of New-York. The site is unrivalled for salubriousness and commercial advantages, as not from the magnificent Hudson alone does it draw its commerce; the silver threads of the great Erie and Champlain Canals are seen on the western bank of the river opposite Troy, and communicate with a basin in which may be found all the productions of the far west and the north. Besides these water communications, a large tract of country to the east and northeast annually pours its productions into this place as the

nearest mart.

But not to the commercial interest alone does Troy hold out peculiar allurements. It is a residence combining taste with the beauty of nature, making it a most desirable place for the abode of wealth and leisure. The site of Troy is a level plain twelve or twenty feet above the bed of the river, upon which the city is laid out in squares, with the exception of Riverstreet, which follows the course of the river,—and which, as it curves towards the east, receives the other streets running north and south, as well as those in the opposite direction. The stores being generally confined

* The annexed view was drawn and engraved expressly for this work.